The line is ready.
Freya compresses the wings at the far end of the smoke. Deep Echo is somewhere behind me, marked by the luminous ring of plates around his neck. The furrow Kraken opened crosses the arena between them.
The problem is that I'm still standing in the middle of it.
"He's standing on the center line!" Deep Echo shouts. "Directly in front of you. Go through him!"
Pegasus Wrath's pressure starts pushing the smoke away from Freya's feet. The scythe points at my chest, and the wings gather the ice hanging around her.
'I should get out of the way... But I won't. I have other plans.'
I run at Deep Echo.
I gather OXI in my legs and keep my steps inside the line cut into the floor.
Pressure Step.
The first burst throws me through the cloud. Deep Echo catches the change and retreats, but the floor Oliver wrecked steals part of his footing, exactly as I planned. Undertow seals one side. The Battle Ribbon owns the other.
